The Seventy-Two Swords truly seemed like a paradise for sword cultivators.0

Having become familiar with the formation spirit, Wang Sheng no longer required healing pills and wound ointments. After all, the formation spirit, who personally handled the battles, naturally knew how to control his strength.0

The cave had sword techniques, cultivation techniques, and an abundance of primal qi. Moreover, it could function as a safe environment where one could avoid disturbance. Sword cultivators could enter the formation and deplete all of their true essence until they couldn't even lift a finger without having to worry about being ambushed.0

However, all of that was just a deceptive illusion!0

After pushing open the stone door of the eighth floor, Wang Sheng became absolutely certain of one thing: Qing Feng Zhenren, the Shu Mountains' forefather, was definitely a sadist! Otherwise, how could the sword he had left behind only find joy in tormenting others?0

As soon as Wang Sheng entered the floor, the formation spirit arranged every intense match for him with meticulous precision. It would beat him into submission without inflicting serious injury, knock him down without crushing his spirit. Each fierce battle completely drained him of every ounce of strength and energy.0

Nevertheless,...0